Tales from The Deep End: Kuma Kuma Friction

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It had been hours since the brunette heel had met back up with her mother, Yona laid out on her bench, resting her head on the uncomfortably hard wood. She didn't exactly have a place to live, so she was stuck with her locker room. Phoebe had offered her a place to stay, but living with her seemed like a huge leap in their relationship. She really did not want to have to go through a Raven situation again, and to an extent, it could only ever be Raven that she wanted to live with. Yona knew she was still a danger to the people around her, but only her lover could deal with it accordingly. Only she had the strength to stand by her side still, and admit that she'll stay with her even if she killed, stole, and lied. She wasn't sure if Phoebe could do that. During times like this, she began to appreciate how much Raven had done for her in such little time.
Yona sat up and put her boot on the bench. She reached into her pants, searching for her phone. Finally, she found it and took it out. Yona opened her phone to find Raven's number, but was shocked when she saw something strange on the screen. Her basic, plain wallpaper had been replaced with a selfie of a woman in a skimpy bear onesie, with audio sprawling out repeating the phrase, "Kuma.. Kuma.. Kum!"
Suddenly, someone came running into her room. It was the girl wearing a bear costume on her phone. Yona gasped in fear and threw her phone at the blue-haired, semi-furry girl. Uraga shrieked with her, ducking down and pouncing on Yona, tackling her off of the bench. Yona's head hit the floor, disoriented, while the savage weirdo revealed her sharp nails and scratched at her exposed stomach; this being the worst time for her to have not changed out of her wrestling attire. Yona whimpered, and placed her arms over her face, the bear girl moving over to her wrists, slicing them furiously.
"Holy shit! I'm fucking sorry! Ow-fuck! That fucking stings!!" Yona groaned loudly, Uraga gradually ending her assault on the defenseless brunette.
She didn't get off of Yona's waist, rather, she got her face closer to her victim and sniffed her cheek.
"Kuma Kuma... (You smell like shit..)"
"What?! The fuck err you saying?!"
"Kuma Kuma!"
"What?!"
"KUMA KUMA!"

Yona's response:

"Kuma.. Ku-Ku-Ku-MA!"
"Goddamnit, just write it down.." Yona sobbed, lying down on the floor.
Uraga noticed that she seemed to have upset Yona, retracting her nails as she limped her hands below her wrists like a zombie, and brought it back to her chest like a squirrel. The blue-haired bear-girl frowned, once again getting her face close to Yona's to lick the blood off of her face. Yona gasped, shoving her away. It was ironic, Yona having done the same thing to her own opponents.
"Why do I keep meeting all these weird ass people, fuck!"
Uraga nuzzled Yona's cheek lovingly, and wrapped her arms around her hips, cuddling her.
"What the fuck is happening..?"
Yona wanted to shove her away again, but at this point, she was far too exhausted to even do anything as both girls laid on the floor, cuddling. Before long, hours would go by, and even Uraga had forgotten why she came. She just kept clinging to the brunette woman, and began to hum a song she heard on the radio the other day. Yona, bored, but unwilling to push the fiend off of her, joined in as she followed the bear-girl's lead.
They kept humming songs together for the rest of the night, until the other girl decided to stop and look around the room. Yona got up and sat on a bench, reluctantly watching her crawl all over the place. She wasn't sure if she was even in the right mental state, and at this point, she wanted to think she just took too many hits to the head by Amber, but Uraga seemed pretty real. It especially began to set in as she stopped by the door, just looking at Yona with puppy eyes. The brunette opened the door for her, but she didn't leave her room—she didn't move a muscle and just looked at her in confusion. Yona bit her lip in frustration, realizing that she might have just picked up a stray bear without a home. The space wasn't even that big, and Yona didn't have any sort of bed, but even so, she shrugged it off, walking into the bathroom to get a towel and place it down on the ground.
The brunette rolled her eyes, pointing at the towel, having seen enough movies with Raven to know what was going on here. Uraga burst out into happy chants of her catchphrase, running over the towel to settle down and fall asleep. Yona slapped her own forehead, turning off the lights before laying down on the bench—sleeping, herself, minutes later. She didn't plan on having a human pet, but she told herself she'd make her leave in the morning. She's had her fair share of confrontations with homeless people, so it wasn't all that new for her to let random strangers live with her.
"Kuma.. Kuma.. Yona. (Goodnight, Yona)"
"Wait, what?!"
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END OF ARCHIVE.